It was a cool morning at the Burrow and a young teenage girl at the age of fourteen was sound asleep in her bed. She was the twin sister of Harry Potter. But although they were twins they looked nothing alike. Harry looked more like his dad. He had jet black hair that was always untidy like his father's but he had his mother's bright green eyes. And over his eyes he wore a pair of round silver glasses. He also had a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
Melissa looked more like her mother. She had long red hair that reached the center of her back like her mother but she had her father's hazel eyes. She didn't wear glasses but she did have a lightning bolt shaped scar on her forehead as well.
Harry and Melissa were staying at the Burrow with their friends the Weasleys. They usually went to stay with them over the summer holiday because they couldn't stand their Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and their cousin Dudley. The feeling was mutual for them as well. They were muggles (non magic folk) and they hated the fact that Harry was a wizard and Melissa was a witch.
Harry and Melissa were very excited this summer because the Weasleys had invited them to go and see the Quidditch World Cup with them. They were on the Gryffindor Quidditch team at Hogwarts. Harry was the Seeker and Melissa was a Chaser. It was Harry's job to catch the golden snitch to end the game while it was Melissa's job to score goals with the quaffle. The teams at Hogwarts weren't professional but they still had a good time playing the sport. Harry and Melissa couldn't wait to see a professional Quidditch game.
Just then Melissa felt someone shaking her and calling her name. It was a young voice belonging to a female.
"Wake up," the female voice said. "Come on Melissa, Mrs. Weasley has breakfast ready."
"Okay, okay I'm up," Melissa said in sleepy voice.
Melissa stretched and yawned before opening her eyes. When she opened them she saw a young teenage girl the same age as she was. She had shoulder length curly brown hair that was pulled back into a ponytail and brown eyes. Her name was Hermione Granger and she was in Gryffindor with Harry and Melissa.
"Hi Hermione," Melissa said with a small yawn as she got into a sitting position.
"Hello," Hermione said with a smile on her face.
Melissa looked out the window and saw that the sun wasn't even out yet. She turned to Hermione and spoke.
"What time is it?"
"Dawn," Hermione told her. "Hurry up and get dressed. We don't want to be late for the tournament. I'll go wake Harry and Ron up."
"Okay," Melissa said as she got up and started rummaging through her trunk to find an outfit.
Hermione left the room and she shut the door behind her. After a few seconds of looking, Melissa took out a red shirt, a blue jean jacket, and blue jeans. She quickly got dressed and she walked out of her room.
Once she made her way to the kitchen she saw that her best friends Fred and George were wide awake and Ginny was awake to. Fred and George were wearing the same thing as each other. They wore a white shirt with a striped tan shirt, tan pants, and brown shoes. Ginny was wearing a green long sleeve shirt, a tan zip up sweater with pink and green strips running through it, brown pants, and brown shoes. Mrs. Weasley was at the stove preparing their plates. Melissa sat herself down in between Fred and George and she spoke.
"Morning," she said with a small yawn.
"Good morning," Fred said. "Care for a glass of juice?"
"Yeah thanks," Melissa said as she took the glass of juice that he had poured her. "Good morning Melissa," Mrs. Weasley said as she placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes I did Mrs. Weasley," Melissa said.
Just then Harry, Ron, and Hermione came into the kitchen. Harry was wearing a red shirt, a blue jacket, blue jeans, and black shoes. Ron was wearing a tan striped sweater, a pair of cache pants, and brown shoes.
They sat down across from Fred, George, and Melissa and Hermione poured each of them a glass of juice.
"Morning guys," Melissa said.
"Good morning," Harry told his sister.
"Oh good you're awake," Mrs. Weasley said as she placed a plate of bacon and eggs in front of him. "All of you had better eat quickly because Arthur should be here at any moment," Mrs. Weasley told them as she gave Ron and Hermione their breakfast.
"I can't wait," Ginny said in an excited voice after taking a sip of her orange juice. "This is going to be so much fun."
"I know and this year's match is going to be a good one," Fred told them.
"What are the teams," Melissa asked.
"Ireland vs Bulgaria," George told her.
"Who's the better team," Hermione asked not really knowing all that much about Quidditch. She liked the sport but she wasn't obsessed with it like her friends were.
"Bulgaria," Ron told her. "That team's got the best Seeker in the world. Victor Krum."
"Here we go again," George whispered to Melissa as he rolled his eyes at his younger brother.
"They may have the best Seeker in the world but Ireland's going to take home the cup," Fred said.
"So I take it that Ireland is your favorite team," Harry asked.
"Yep," Fred and George said in unison.
"Bulgaria's going to take the cup," Ron said. "Ireland doesn't have Victor Krum on their team."
"Which is a good thing," Fred said.
"Alright that's enough," Mrs. Weasley told them. She tried not to get too angry because she knew how excited they all were. "Your father just got home."
They turned to the front door and saw Mr. Weasley enter the room.
"Good morning all," Mr. Weasley said with a smile on his face.
"Morning," everyone said.
"Have you all finished your breakfast," Mr. Weasley asked.
"Yes," they told him.
"Alright we'd better get going," Mr. Weasley said. "We've got a long walk ahead of us."
Everyone got to their feet and after telling Mrs. Weasley goodbye they left the house.
After about five minutes of walking Harry turned to Ron and spoke.
"Hey Ron where exactly are we going?"
"Don't know," Ron told his friend. "Hey dad! Where are we going?!"
"I haven't the foggiest idea son," Arthur yelled back. "Come on keep up!"
"Did your dad just say he doesn't have a clue as to where we're going," Melissa asked Ginny.
"Yep," Ginny told her. "But I wouldn't worry too much."
"Arthur," a male voice suddenly called from in front of them. "It's about time you lot showed up."
"I'm sorry Amos," Arthur apologized as he made his way over to his friend. "Some of us had a bit of a sleepy start."
Just as he said this, a young teenage boy dropped down from a tree and landed next to the man known as Amos. He was quite tall, probably close to around 6 feet. He had short dark blond hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a light green shirt, blue jeans, brown shoes, and a cache jacket. His name was Cedric Diggory.
"And this young man must be your son Cedric," Arthur said with a smile on his face as he held out his hand. "It's nice to finally meet you."
"It's nice to meet you to Mr. Weasley," Cedric said returning the smile and shaking his hand.
The group continued to walk on but Amos stopped Harry and Melissa in their tracks.
"Merlin's beard," Amos said with a smile on his face as he looked at the twins. "You must be Harry and Melissa Potter."
"Yes sir," Harry and Melissa said in unison.
"It's a great pleasure to finally meet the both of you," Amos said as he shook Harry's hand and then Melissa's.
"It's nice to meet you to," they said with a smile on their faces.
The three then caught up with the group so they weren't left behind. Meanwhile, Fred turned to George when he made sure that no one was listening in on their conversation.
"So are you going to ask her out this year," Fred asked his twin.
"Yes," George told him. "I was thinking I'd ask her out at the world cup."
"Perfect time to ask her," Fred said.
"I thought it was," George told his brother.
Cedric saw Harry and Melissa walk up to the group and he spoke.
"Sorry about my father," Cedric said as he turned to them.
"Don't worry about it," Harry told him.
"Yeah we're used to that by now," Melissa said.
"Are you two looking forward to the match," Cedric asked.
"Yes," they said together.
"I can't wait," Melissa said.
"I know I can't wait either," Cedric said. "This will be my first time going to a Quidditch World Cup match. What about you?"
"This is our first time to," Harry said.
"The portkey is just up that hill everyone," Arthur yelled.
Everyone climbed the hill and Harry and Melissa were stunned to see them all gather around a dirty old boot.
"Why is everyone standing around that manky old boot," Harry asked.
"That isn't just any manky old boot Harry," Fred told his friend.
"It's a portkey," George added as he and his brother joined everyone else.
"It's time to go," Amos said. "Is everybody ready?"
"What's a portkey," Melissa asked with confusion in her voice.
Everyone was placing their hands on the boot and Amos started counting down.
"One, two," Amos said but Arthur cut him off.
"Harry, Melissa hurry," Arthur told them.
They quickly rushed over to the boot and placed their hands on it just as Amos yelled three. There is a white flash and everyone disappeared.